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N.B. All events in this story are entirely fictional, any allusions to the ‘real world’ are merely coincidental.
Once, when I was old enough to know better but young enough not to care, a boy told me – betwixt tangled limbs and pale blue sheets – that I reminded him of a child. 1,017 more words
I read something the other day, I can’t quote it exactly, but the idea was that a depressed person is a weak person. When I am in the depths of a depressive episode, my monster (a name I’ve given my depression) wants me to believe that I am weak, and often 181 more words